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Tuesday, August 22, 2006
It was the first time of my life
i felt so tired so dull so destressed. Like a zoombie floating thru the day just like that. No purpose. No hope. Nothing to look forward to. No nothing. CCA released at 6. reached home at 8. totally worn out. physically and emotionally. my life was once a rainbow(so clinche) NO. it wasnt a rainbow. it was a batik painting. haha. but now, its fading. Gradually turning to gray scale. i tried to paint it back to its original vibrancy, but i ran out of paint. and breath. my soul is falling sick. BUT WHY NOT MY BODY????? oh! my SOUL(soh) is falling ill! how TRUE!!!!!!!!! but seriously. today was like the first time in my life that i feel like dying because life is just so tasteless. i really really tried my best to add colours to it.. but it just make life even more tiring than usual. to think of it, i feel like a robot, leading a machinery programmed life-less life. EAt sleep. LOADS OF HOMEWORK. SLEEP. TESTING 123. yea, u might say soh is my sunshine. or in my way, SOH IS MY SHINY RAIN DROPLETS in the scorhcing dry summer. but, a few drops of rain every other day wont quench ur thirst. nonono.. im notsaying im asking for more or whatever.. but.. its like, even though its really joyous to see soh everyday.. but deep in your heart, u know that nothing of him belongs to you.. except, well, his backview.(sounds awkward) ta de bei ying. when u persist in this kind of single-side relationship, sooner or later, the excitement turn into depression.. because u know nothing is ever going to happen. no matter how long u wait. or how much u tried. its tiring. and dear rv. trying loading us with more tests and homeworks. one day, we will BURST. like bloomy cute balloons.. but u keep stuffing air into it.. more and more.. larger and lger it gets. and. no more of the cute bloomy balloons. haish. really really tired. but dont worry pals, if togethere,we can survive thru all this, we will be a better person in future. if we cant. lets hope we turn into some cute carefree puppies when we reincarnate. i hope i can be soh's. HAR. BUT. for mr soh, i am willing to smile. =) lol. |